The Essence of Me

SAD.

It is sad that something as miraculous and as wonderful as life could end in one tragic instant. Just because of one irresponsible driver who thinks drinking and driving go together, a promising life was cut short. No, this is not blasphemy, because I am not questioning God’s reasons. But He did give us free will, which means we have some control over our actions. Early this morning, someone from work died. Hit and run. I don’t know him… not his face, not his name. But I do know that he was young, and that he was about to go out of town with his friends, to enjoy one blissful weekend after five days of hard work. I do know that the driver who ran him over tried to escape, but luckily he got caught. And I do know that my fervent wish right now is that this man will spend a lot of time in jail.

HAPPY.

Last Friday, we had our first three graded roleplays. It was scary, mainly because the coaches who were conducting the call simulations were just across the room, so we could hear everything, even their side comments. But they were a nice bunch, and very encouraging. I passed all three without a revisit (a revisit meant that I had to do the call all over again because I missed something). I am surviving without my own system (IT couldn’t fix my workstation so I had to share) and I am having a grand time with my tranche-mates. I also made some new friends. Work has never been this fun for me.

NEW.

Last Saturday was supposed to be our tranche’s unofficial team-building. Unfortunately, not everyone was able to join. I didn’t really plan on going, because I was meeting a friend for coffee later that day. However, I had a last-minute change of heart and joined in. Our first stop was at Mahogany Market in Tagaytay for Bulalo. Superb! The ambience wasn’t that great, after all it is a market, but the food was good. After we ate to our hearts’ content, we drove to Calaruega in Batangas. This was the real treat! It was an absolutely beautiful and dreamy place… makes a girl think about weddings, romance, and all that crap. The gardens were delightful, and there were a lot of spots that served our purpose well. And what was our purpose? To take pictures, what else!

FUNNY. 

I was on my way home this morning when my sister texted me and asked if she could call me. She said it was important. With the news of the accident fresh on my mind, I was scared when I answered her call. I thought something bad had happened. She was so serious as she began to tell me what’s bothering her. I still laugh when I remember our conversation. Believe me, you’d find it funny, too. =) Anyway, my sister told me that last night, I was the subject of a family discussion (by family I meant my dad, my two sisters, and my brother). Apparently, back in January, which was the last time I was home, My dear brother went through my wallet and discovered…drum roll, please… a condom! Sealed, thank you very much. He had been keeping that knowledge to himself and somehow it distressed him. My sister said that my brother’s opinion of me went down a notch. Last night, he told my dad and my two sisters about it, and they were all worried that I might be engaging in premarital sex. Now, you may wonder why I find the situation funny. Let me give you a list of reasons:

1. That condom was given to me in jest by my ex-dormmate. Now I said in jest, because she was actually making fun of my non-existent sex life. I kept it for sentimental reasons.

2. It’s not like I carry it around in preparation for intercourse. Jeez, I don’t even have the thing to put it into.

3. I am twenty-five years old!!! (And I say that with all the smugness my twenty-five years could muster.) Most of my batchmates are already married and have kids. Heck, my sister mae was only twenty when she got married. And they’re worried about me???

4. I am not curious about sex.

5. I don’t even go out on dates.

6. I have a very high opinion of sex, meaning, I will not do it lightly.

7. I survived high school without being kissed and college without a boyfriend. In fact I never had a boyfriend. Ever.

8. I’m so loaded with theoretical knowledge about sex (from my friends’ narratives and the numerous literature readily-available for everyone) that frankly, it’s novelty for me had worn off.

9. I am scared shitless of getting pregnant at this point in my life.

Now you see why I find it hilarious?